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naibselstories · 2 years

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Instigate (Original Action/Adventure/Lesbian Story) Part 1

Original story I’ve been wanting to write for a long, long time. Hope everyone gives it a chance and let me know if they find it enjoyable enough. This story will contain action, adventure and lesbians, my favorite combination. Enjoy! <3 - naibselstories

“I ain’t giving you what you want.” Says the woman with a messy bun hairdo, darkest shade of black anyone could see, almost like a black pearl. Her chin was up a bit, holding itself with the coldest gun barrel she would ever feel on her neck. Her dark blue eyes looked bore at the person holding the weapon, almost crossing the line of a defiance gaze. Very rarely she would be in a situation like this, she was usually the one on the other side of the mirror; pointing guns at people and asking dire questions.

“You should know I’m a very impatient individual.” Says the other woman, with looks that could kill, literally. She had brown hair, with very thin blonde highlights that you could only notice if you were as close as they were. Her eyes were hazel and just like a galaxy you couldn’t decide which color they actually were. The woman sitting on the chair with her arms and legs tied up thought she was beautiful, but obviously this wasn’t the best moment to admire your kidnappers physique.

“Ok. Ok. Ok. I’ll let you on in a little secret.” Says the woman on the chair, with a faked giving up act that somehow convinces the other woman. “What’s that?” The woman with the gun pushes a little further up, making the dark haired one hiss a little; her chin feeling hot for a moment thanks to the sudden rub of the metal on her skin. “Fuck... YOU!” Replies to the pretty lady in a mocking tone, giving her a sided smile; a confident smirk that makes her captor infuriated.

“I will KILL....!” Gun lady was interrupted with a knocking on the door, she couldn’t finish the sentence that was probably gonna end up in a punching session, or so the blue eyed woman thought. “Lady Alina, important news regarding your father.” Could be heard from behind the door, and you could see a sudden shift on her face expressions; they were a mix of pain, sadness and resentment. The woman on the chair noticed all of it almost immediately, she was a good detective like that.

“Don’t go anywhere, Amanda Cluskot.” Alina Monserrat says in a serious mocking tone, giving for a fact that she wasn’t gonna be able to escape anyways; saving the gun at her holster and walking out of the room at a fast pace. As soon as the door was closed behind her Amanda knew it was her chance to escape.

“Don’t go anywhere, don’t go anywhere. BITCH.” She says imitating the woman that left the room seconds ago, in the funniest and childish way possible. She dropped herself along with the wooden chair onto her side with the best force she could muster and at least her feet loosened up from the impact. “Perfect.” That was all she needed to be able drop herself somehow again and break the rest of the wooden chair into pieces. Don’t ask.

“How in the WORLD did she ESCAPE?!” Alina could be heard hissing just twenty minutes later after coming back to the room, where she left the “helpless detective” (or more like hired investigator), to receive the news her father was back in town.

“Where the HELL have you been?!” An old looking guy says exasperated, his arms went from being waved in the air to being crossed just about he finished articulating the words out of his mouth. “Jesus, like father like daughter, apparently.” Amanda’s response was cynical and somehow the old man wasn’t sure to take it seriously or not. “What?...” Was all he could muster being from completely angry to confused in merely seconds, the transition was almost comical.

“I’ll get to the point Mr. Richards.” Amanda continues, ignoring him completely and going past his serious body language. “Your dear good looking killer of a daughter (literally)...” She turns around pointing a finger directly to his beard. “...knows you’re in town and wants you dead... shocking huh?” Smiles more to herself than to anyone else, she already knew how this type of family drama would unfold. “Beard looking good by the way.” Says the last words winking at his annoyed expression. She was honest though.

“This is IT, I’m so DONE with your childish stupidity. I will pay for your services and leave. I can’t believe you were recommended to me.” The old man was already moving his feet to his car and the nearest exit of the multi-storey parking they were in, but was stopped immediately by a now serious looking Amanda. “Uh... EXCUSE me.” The woman says, quite offended by the man’s last words and “unreasonable” attitude. “I’m one of the best, if not the best, investigator you will ever find.” Amanda continues. If looks could kill, the man would be already dead, and it did in fact, send a chill down his spine even though he was the right handed man of a prominent politician. He swallowed thickly and stayed silent the next few minutes, he better did.

“I will get the information that your daughter has, tying you on all the shady crap you’ve ever done in your miserable life; hack and delete. Rinse and repeat until it is no longer necessary and your image is so clean that people will mistake you for a saint.” Amanda had put a monotonous tone, embedding it to every word, voiding them of any emotion in the process. It was in fact, in purpose, so the old man would take her seriously (finally) and so she could rest easy knowing that her reputation was still intact, at least what remained of it (haha!).

“All I ask of you...” She kept at it a bit more, the man still silent almost dead, frozen in place. “...is a bit of patience.” A wink was delivered by the basically crazy woman and a smirk appeared later on onto her lips when leaving the scene. The old man finally let out a sigh of relief when she left, reminding himself what it meant to breath.

To be continued....

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regenassart · 2 years

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The missing girl part 33 - Going a few hours back just after Anna's bedroom window flew open and she called down from the initial shock she sat up in bed. She listened to the hurling wind for a moment, did she really here her sister's voice ? Anna: " Hannah is that you ? " She shivered, it became really cold really fast inside her room. Then the room filled with whispers of Hannah calling for her - she sounded sad and lost. Tears streamed down Anna's face. Meanwhile Liona and Sarai were sleeping deeply, exhausted from the intense research work they had done the last couple of days. Mitras was still awake in bed, he had s bad feeling in his gut and didn't want to miss a message from Saoirse if it came. Saoirse had finally fallen asleep whispering that he hoped that Anna was safe... #fantasystory #adventureart #cuteart #actionstory #horrorandterror #anime #manga #illustration #artwork #storyart #storyartist #graphicnovel #mysteryart #regenassart #instart #instartist #art #wipstory #hplovecraft #digitalart #digitalartists #digitalillustration #artstory #artoftheday #artinspiration #friendship #sisters #tragedy https://www.instagram.com/p/CY6_JAZKO3N/?utm_medium=tumblr

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tallyhochap · 5 years

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One of the cool things about Commando Comics is the human element in the story telling. The environment of war provides the context of conflict which creates a tension throughout the story. Often a theme of mortality prevails as an undercurrent as what is deemed right or wrong is played out by the interaction of the comic's characters. But it is the stories characters is what provides a connection for me in visualising the story in my imagination. Take Commando Comic #5127 'Last Boat Home'. Set in the chaos and desperation of the Dunkirk evacuation. The main character, an officer is desperate to get his men home from the impending and approaching enemy that hounds them. As the title suggest there is only one boat ⛴ home... Looking to escape with a bite size illustrated story of excitement, then you can't go past a Commando Comic. Thousands to choose from @tally.ho.chap #commandocomics #adventurestories #actionstories #warstories #actionandadventure #warcomics4sale #tallyhochap (at Tally Ho Chap) https://www.instagram.com/p/By02tlfHOac/?igshid=173kx9a394zrg

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l33lzonwheelz · 5 years

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Team Montero Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Surprise!

“Where am I?” I mumble.

Then, I thump my palm onto my forehead after scanning my surroundings. “Duh! It’s my room!”

My white and brown decorations are the first things to stick out as I scan my bedroom. On my bookshelf, there are all sorts of antiques like mirrors, old video game controllers, and newspaper articles from when the world was more peaceful. I turn around so much that it feels as though my head were making a 360 degree spin.

Ouch!

I get up from my bed and walk down the hallway. No matter how quietly I step, the wooden floor boards always let out a loud creak. I check the windows. It’s really bright and sunny out.

Oh no! I didn’t brush my teeth! In the bathroom, my short, brown, highlighted bed head is sweeping all over my face. Annoyed, I brush it off with my fingers. I lift my head up, look into the mirror, and, to my surprise, there is a dead, horribly disfigured face behind me. I whip out two hand guns from under the bathroom sink and blast its head to kingdom come.

Zombie Training 101: Mirrors are your best friend. In the orphanage I grew up in, we were practically trained for any zombie-related emergency. The caretakers were all… eccentric old farts from the Pre-Zombie Apocalypse era, who would always moan about how they “knew this day would come”.

Where could that zombie have come from, I wonder? I creep through the house and check every door and window. At last, I spot a hole in the living room window. So that’s how he came in. Damn it, now I have to pay the extra cash for the replacement glass. And I was actually saving up some of that money for a decent vacation this year. See, I work at a weapon manufacturing shop down the block. Here in this part of Arizona, there isn’t anything fancy around, but you get what you need.

The phone rings. I put my guns away in my hostlers. I pick up the phone and say, “Hello?” “Hey, Ed! It’s me Claire!” the voice answered. Claire and I have been friends since grade school. She calls me Ed because she knows I hate my girly-sounding name, Eloise.

“Oh, what’s up, Claire? It's been ages! How've you been?” I answer back.

“Guess what, Ed? I got my license!!” she squeals.

What?! Awesome!” I say happily.

“Now we can go to more places together! This is great!” I think to myself.

“Hey! Come with me! I wanna’ take you somewhere!” her speech sounds a bit more pressured.

“Uhhh… sure. Are you sure your parents are ok with this, though?” I ask cautiously.

Claire pauses for a moment. “M-my parents...? Yeah! Come on down, crazy!”

I get changed and head to Claire’s car. You’re probably wondering where my parents are and if they’re okay with me running around on my own with zombies at every turn, aren’t you? Well, I would be wondering the same thing if they hadn’t died when I was really young.

It’s nice to have people like Claire to talk to every now and then to keep the loneliness from driving me crazy. I’ve seen it happen to a lot of people here. It feels nice, safe even, to be living in this apartment. It’s spacious and neat, sturdy, too. But it does get lonely.

I step outside and see the street sign on the corner that reads “Montero Drive”. It isn’t the greatest street to live in, but when I was house hunting, I had gotten the place for a sweet deal. When I reach Claire’s car, I notice her hair is dyed green, her favorite color.

“What’s with the green hair?” I chuckle.

“I needed a change of pace, that’s all…” Claire fidgeted with her green locks awkwardly. And with that, we ride down the disheveled Arizona desert road.

“So, where are we going?” I ask.

“You’ll see,” she says playfully.

“What made you decided to do all of this all of a sudden?”

“I just decided that I needed a little more adventure in my life, you know?” she answered.

“Uh-huh. I can understand that.”

After about 20 minutes chatting and joking with one another, she pulls over by a decrepit wooden shack in the middle of nowhere. There’s even your typical decorative cactus to the side.

“What is this place?” I ask her.

“It’s a biker joint!” she answers happily.

“Why are we going into a biker joint?” I ask flatly.

“You’ll see! I’ll explain we get inside! It's a surprise!” she says, tugging on the sleeve of my tattered polymeric T-shirt.

Suddenly, we hear the sound of a window breaking.

A woman lets out a bloodcurdling scream.

“Are you hearing this?” Claire turns to me and asks.

“Yeah!” Let’s go check it out!” I hold out my gun.

Before we can get near the building, a horde of zombies busted through the window. The smell of their dead, rotting flesh permeates the air. I pull out one of the guns I was holding from its holster and give it to Claire.

“Claire! Here!” I yell as I throw it to her. She and I back away quickly and aim.

“Jeez! More of them? They’re spawning like crazy!” Claire exclaimed.

“Tell me about it,” I grumble.

We rush into the old shack with our guns held out far in front of us. One of the brain-eaters jumps in front of us, grabs me by the shoulder, and starts to choke me. I elbow it in the forehead and kick it out of my way, knocking it into one of the wooden beams. Claire shoots it down from behind and rushes after me.

“You’re losing your touch!” she elbows me.

Claire has a point. Growing up, she was almost like a helpless newborn; she couldn’t fend for herself at all. Now it seems like she’s catching up to me.

It makes me wonder for a minute where she could’ve been getting the practice.

Just then, she stumbles and trips. One of the zombies pulls on her green hair and drags her. She struggles to get away when a bullet flies through its eye.

“What were you saying about me losing my touch?” I tease back and stuck my tongue out.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever! I could’ve shaken him off!” said Claire.

Another zombie grabs my leg and tries to bite at it, but I shake it off and give it good punch to the face, knocking off its jaw. The zombie gets knocked back a bit, but then it grabs hold of my neck. Then, I see Claire come up from behind him and whack him with some sort of blunt object. At this point I’m too oxygen deprived to pay attention to what kind. At least it’s down.

Claire and I burst through the door and scan the room for more zombies.

“Coast is clear,” says Claire.

“A lot less than I was expecting,” I mutter.

A trembling woman pops up from the other side of a broken window. "Thank you so much for helping me! You know, you two make quite the team!"

"Thanks!" I say, flashing a prideful smile.

"Welp, I better call for someone to pick me up from here. Take care!" The woman says, walking away.

I let out a long sigh and grab the nearest chair. I stare up at the ceiling and notice the paneling is old, gray and cracked. The dining and pool tables are dusty and falling apart. The windows are shattered; the table cloths and knick-knacks are tattered and broken.

“Wow… this place has really gone to hell….” I tell Claire.

“Yeah. It sure is a wreck. It was like this the last time I came in here, too,” says Claire.

“The...last.. time? You've come to this dump more than once?... Why the hell are we here again?” I moan.

“Don’t worry, Ed, you’ll find out soon enough. It’s a surprise!” Claire chuckles almost sadistically.

I’m beginning to get the feeling she’s enjoying stringing me along like this.

Claire suddenly walks off. She grabs one of the bottles of liquor that was in the back of the counter.

“Here, drink’s on me,” she playfully twirls our drinks around.

“Cute. You’re the only one of us that’s of legal drinking age here,” I feel the need to comment on this because Claire is two years older than me. I’m 20; she’s 22.

“It’s after the end of the world! I think that calls for a drink or two.”

“Thanks but no thanks. Someone has to drive your drunk ass home…” I remark dryly.

“Oh, come on! You know what day it almost is!” Claire insistently pours me a glass, and I surrender and take a sip.

A half hour later, a sip becomes several shots. Before we know it, we’re both extremely drunk. When I finally decide to put down my glass, I say to Claire, “So… when are you going to tell me why you brought me here?”

“Okay, okay, fine!” Claire grumbles in a slurred voice, “The reason I brought you here *hic* was because I wanted to give you something. But, this something is something you’re gonna’ have to look for on your own.” I scowl and my eyes droop in frustration.

“You are a sadist, you know that? How am I supposed to find this thing drunk?” I ask her.

“Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out!” Claire sticks out her tongue childishly.

I childishly return the favor.

I stagger through the room in my drunken stupor, rummaging through the tables and knick-knacks, trying to find this gift that Claire had given me. I can barely contain my annoyance as Claire chuckles through my struggles.

“Shut up, already! I’m looking as hard as I can!” I snap at her after a while.

“Keep looking! I hid it in a place you wouldn’t expect!” Claire smirks.

I search behind the cash register. Nothing.

I rummage through the rubble by the entrance. Still nothing.

After a few more minutes of searching, I spot a rusty object amongst a shelf of champagne bottles.

“Aha! What’s this?” I say to myself.

I spot a rusty, wooden music box.

I turn to Claire and say, “Hey! Is this what you were talkin’ about?”

“Yeah! You got it! Happy Early Birthday!” she cheers.

“E-early birthday?” A wave of comprehension and chagrin wash over me.

“I can’t effin' believe it! I had forgotten about my own birthday! Well, it was in a week, but still. Who forgets their own birthday?” I frown.

“Hey, don't worry about it too much, ” says Claire, “I found it in amongst the wreckage when I first came here. I know how much you love old creepy looking antiques like this one, so I just had to get this for your birthday.”

“Claire?”

“Yeah, Ed?”

“Did.. something... happen?” I ask in a concerned voice.

“What do you mean, Ed?” Claire asks and tilts her head.

“You know what I mean. Come on, Claire. You think I haven’t noticed? The green hair; the drinking; you’ve been driving, apparently. You used to be terrified of the idea of driving! It’s all totally not like you. What’s been going on with you lately?”

She grimaces. That tells me enough. “What happened?” I ask.

When Claire is about to speak, she tries her best to put on a brave face, but I can tell she's fighting back tears. She pushes her glass to the side and begins to spill the whole story. “Last month, my parents and I were in the city waiting for our car to be fixed. We went to eat at our favorite restaurant, Jenny’s,” she starts to say.

“Jenny’s? You mean the one that had to be demolished…. Last month? Oh my god, Claire. What happened?!” I start to get really worried.

“Then… it was terrible, Ed… The zombies attacked the whole restaurant! They… They got my parents. Yeah, they got my parents… And… I had to…. I was so scared… I didn’t know what else to do…It was either me or them…”

Already, I can tell what she's trying to say. Claire’s hands start trembling. The water in her eyes breaks free and trickle down her face like water gushing out of a dam. My eyes widen with horror before I move my chair closer to hers and embrace her. She continues on.

“The minute I saw their faces begin to rot, I just made a break for it. But as soon as I reached for the door, I tripped on my own feet… my own freaking feet, if you could believe it! Then, I saw them and some other ones coming for me. I crawled away as fast as I could until I had reached this tight corner. I… I just grabbed the closest thing to a weapon I could find and started smashing at them. Then I ran into…. Them… my parents…. I tried, you have to believe me, I tried to back away from them, but I was backed into a corner… I wanted so much to just not hit them… to just run away… but I was backed into a corner…”

I pull out a pack of napkins from my travel holster and give it to Claire. From there, she just bursts into uncontrollable sobbing. She leans over to me and continues to try to say more, but at this point, her speech is completely unintelligible. I shushed her and let her cry on my shoulder for a while.

Suddenly, I think of my own parents. The day I was separated from them, I was devastated, and as scared and helpless as Claire is feeling now. Though, I was really young at the time, and I spent the remainder of my childhood in an orphanage, so I never really had as much of an attachment to my parents as Claire had to hers.

After about a half hour she stops crying, and I whisper in her ear, “Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?”

Claire sniffed and replied hoarsely, “Didn’t get the chance to. Too busy trying to support myself... I mean, I am on my own, now... And... to be honest, for a while, it was a helluva lot to take in myself, let alone to share with anyone else...”

“Well, guess what? Now I have an early birthday present for you. You’re not going to have to suffer on your own anymore. You’re coming to live with me!”

“No... That isn’t….” Claire resists initially.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, damn it!” I said fervently, getting up from my seat with urgency.

“You don’t have to…” Claire starts to say.

“Yes, I do. You’re my best friend! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't stick my neck out for you from time to time?"

“If you say so…” says Claire.

As I stand back up, I pour myself another glass of champagne. When I return to my seat, I push her glass and the bottle of champagne close to her and say, “To overcoming harsh struggles.”

“To overcoming harsh struggles,” Claire repeats, smiling weakly.

Claire drops her glass and takes a big gulp. I smile a bit and rub her head comfortingly. “I’ll drive us home, okay?” I tell her. She nods her head, and then lays it down over her arms, which are now resting over the table. For a while, I look over to her contently. It’s been a while since I’ve had some company at home. For as long as I can remember, it’s just been me in that big apartment of mine. It’s nice to know I’ll finally be getting some company.

I end up driving her to her house. What I see when I step out of the car is jarring to me. What was once colorful and lively has now become lonely and lifeless, kind of like how I imagine Claire to have been feeling all this time.

Claire gets out the keys to the front door and unlocks it before we enter. We reach her bedroom, which is full of rainbow decorations and stuffed animals. It hasn’t changed since middle school. I look at her expression and I can tell she’s definitely still a kid at heart.

She goes to her closet and grabs a few very colorful suitcases and starts to put her things into them. I look around her room and notice all of the stuffed animals on the shelves. Several of them are old stuffed animals I had given her for numerous birthdays as a kid. One of them stands right next to a crystal clear, framed picture of Claire with her parents. She’s wearing her college graduation uniform. This was taken when she graduated from Arizona University. Just moments later, I notice Claire picking up the frame and removing the picture from it. I try to think of something comforting to say, but even though I see them all the time, I never know what to say in these sorts of situations.

We finish packing and head back to the car. When we finish putting her things in the trunk, we drive back to my apartment.

On the way there, I ask Claire, “Hey Claire. Do you remember that team name we came up with?”

“What are you talking about?” Claire asks.

“I mean, when we were kids, pretending to be zombie-fighting superheroes out on the street? Remember? ” I grab her hands and ask her.

“Oh, right! We even had a team name! What was it again?” Claire giggles.

“Umm… I don’t remember… Hey, why don’t we make a new one?” I smile.

“Like what?” Claire asks.

Just then, we pull into my driveway. As I pull in, I notice the street sign again. “Montero Drive”. I turn off the car and Claire and I get her things from the trunk. “Well, what should our team name be, Ed?” Claire asks excitedly this time.

“Hmmm…. How about…. Team Montero!” I reply with vigor.

“Hmm… Team Montero, huh? Sounds very Old West! I like it!” says Claire.

That’s right. From this point on, Claire and I form the beginning of Team Montero, the best Zombie Hunting team in the business.

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bionicbasil · 4 years

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Looking for a thrilling action-adventure story featuring cats? This is definitely for you!

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caedar · 1 year

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(via Honour The Belt #17)

Mamacita visits Autumn Spring to learn how to market professional wrestling. #prowrestling #professionalwrestling #marketing #actionstory #storytelling

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z-zone · 6 years

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Christmas Special: Caelan & Seneca AU

Happy Holiday, everyone! So I wrote a Christmas Special for one of my story “The Black Throne: Rise of Darkness”.

If you haven’t read it, go and check it out on my Wattpad profile: AuteurZ ~

Or go straight to the special chapter here.

And here is a glimpse of the Christmas Special:

Caelan ran to see the lake closer. But then he noticed another person near it.

Someone his age.

The person was wearing a black jacket and black ear muffler, seemingly playing with the snow.

But there was something strange about that person.

His hair is red. Dark red.

Like the color of rose that Caelan’s mother shown to him before.

Caelan walked slowly to the strange red boy. He had to be careful. This boy might be Santa. Santa wore red. Or elf. His mother told him that elf was short like him.

A small crack was heard, making Caelan looked down to see the twig that he had accidentally stepped on. Then he lifted his head again.

The red-haired boy or elf was looking back at him in surprise. The boy’s hazel eyes widened as he looked at the newcomer.

Well, now that Caelan was caught. He just had to ask, he guessed.

“Are you an elf?”

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klcdrawings · 4 years

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La conquista da con el poder de solo causar daños a la mayo*ía de los habitantes, mientras más fuerte sea el quien manda, más daño provoca a la cuidad, país o mundo

"The Politice Hero"

Faltan 10 días

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naibselstories · 2 years

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Instigate (Original Action/Adventure/Lesbian Story) Part 6

Amanda decided it was time to put an end to her biggest problem, the Zero killer. She knew who the guy was, he was infamous for his well done job of killing without mercy; in other words, for being a psychopath. He was the best of the best from a well known russian mercenary clan, the “Chernyye Nayemniki” (meaning Black Mercenaries), rivals of another clan called “Prizraki” (meaning Ghosts). Funny enough, Amanda was an ex-member of the Prizraki, and even though she never had the luxury to meet the infamous man face to face, she knew who the guy was thanks to his background stories.

You may wonder how the woman was able to escape the clan she was in back then, because no one was able to do so without dying, but that is a story for another time; the important part right now is how “Zero” got out of his own clan. The man being the best of the best got bored out of his mind trying to find someone capable of fighting him back. He got so impatient that one day he decided to fight and kill all of the members of his own clan at the same time, killing them all with ease. He said that they were weak and he was a god, deciding who was going to live and who wasn’t. Naturally he went after the Prizraki after, but even though he almost killed them all, he got wounded badly by one of the members and escaped the country. No one knew where he went, until now.

“Lady Alina, are you ok?” One of Alina’s men noticed she was “out of it”. They already cleaned everything up and got rid of Marcos body. “I’m fine Julius.” She replied looking away; she was worried sick about Amanda. She wasn’t ok with the blue eyed woman dying, she needed to do something with her own hands.

Everyone around her kept forgetting she knew how to fight and defend herself. It was a long time ago she used her brute force to “climb up the ladder”; everyone was used to see her looking and acting like the “mob princess” she was nowadays that they forgot she was actually someone they needed to be afraid of. “Actually...” She said doubting for a moment her next words. The man just stared awaiting for her next request.

“Do you know where I could find this “Zero” man?” Alina asked turning around, her eyes looked determined and the man suddenly got nervous. “He is a well known mercenary, I am sure one of our connections knows how to find him.” Julius answered truthfully. “I need to know how to find him right away... a life or death emergency.” The woman said giving Julius the task, which he understood right away and disappeared from the room.

“There you are... I somehow knew you weren’t dead.” A deep voice could be heard from the depths of the night. Amanda knew who it was, she was waiting for him to “bite” on the obvious trail she left for him to find. “Zero, my man... you’re so easy to find nowadays aren’t you?” Amanda answered showing her teeth with a confident smile that she even surprised herself with, since she knew she was probably going to die that night.

“You remind me of someone...” The man walked to one side and then the other, obviously trying to think who was that person she reminded him of. “The woman who almost killed me from the Prizraki clan... but you’re not her.” He remembered and smiled. “Eliza... That was the name.” He had a smug look on his face when he saw Amanda’s eyes turn bigger in surprise. The guy remembered Eliza, and of course he did since she was the one who broke his pride into pieces.

“Who are you to her?” He said with curiosity embedded into his words. “Don’t tell me you’re both related?” He kept asking but not getting any response from the now mute Amanda. “Sisters... perhaps?” He finished his last question throwing the cigarette he was smoking to the floor and stepping hard on it. He saw Amanda’s reaction and he confirmed they were indeed... sisters. “You don’t have to answer now, its all written on your face.” He said chuckling a small evil laugh that could send shivers down the spine to the vilest of men.

“Leave my sister out of this.” Amanda turned serious and her voice deepened with hate. “Don’t worry, after I kill you I will find her and kill her next, she has been always on my mind.” His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion and Amanda knew she wasn’t dealing with a human being, she was dealing with a real life monster.

“You’re mad if you think I will let you hurt her. I even have more reasons to end you tonight.” Amanda was determined to finish him off, she wasn’t letting him hurt her only family, the only person that took care of her since she was a child. “Lets see you try. I’ll even drop my guns for you. Come on, try to hit me.” The man said opening his arms after dropping his guns to the floor and Amanda knew he was underestimating her ability to fight.

“Lady Alina, sources say they saw him right now with a female victim. He is apparently fighting her in hand to hand combat...” Julius said while entering Alina’s office and the woman stood up from the chair immediately. “We have to go there right NOW!” Alina ran to her car with Julius following behind, the guy didn’t quite understand what the hell was happening but still he was loyal to his leader.

-Huff... huff...- Amanda’s hard breathing could be heard a mile away, she was fighting with every inch of her body and her stamina was running out. Even though she landed a lot of hits, she received a bunch as well. The other man looked sweaty but not as tired and hurt than she was. “Are you going to beg for your life now?” The man said cackling, he was having fun playing around with her.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but nothing like that would ever come out of my mouth.” Amanda replied letting a weak smile creep out on her lips, she then threw a jab at her opponent, which the man dodged and counterattacked with a punch on her stomach which made her fall on her back.

A small grunt came out from her lips and then the coughing started when she tried to regain some oxygen inside her lungs. Blood came out her mouth in a generous amount; she was badly hurt, specially in the same spot she was shot a week or so ago by the same man.

“You’re done for, what a disappointment...” Zero walked closer to her and grabbed her by the neck with one hand. He was noticeably bigger than her and pulled her off her feet with ease, chocking her slowly in the process. “It was fun nonetheless. Be proud of being the second person in the world to actually do some damage to me.” He smiled chocking her harder and Amanda tried to free herself with no avail. Her arms loosened up from weakness and dropped down; her eyes were closing themselves slowly, she was loosing consciousness.

You know what they say, that when you’re about to die you see all of your life flash through your eyes? Well, that is what happened, but at the end she saw her... she saw Alina smile towards her. She saw the woman that stole her heart look at her with loving eyes and it stung deep inside, because all Amanda did was hurt her ‘till the very end and she regretted it. She needed to say sorry and make it up to her, and she wasn’t going to be able to do so if she was dead.

Alina arrived at the scene and saw what was happening, she ran towards the two of them and shouted her name in desperation. “AMANDA!!” And Amanda’s eyes shot open, a new rush of adrenaline ran through her veins and she clawed in on Zero’s hand with her nails. The man got confused for a moment with the arrival of the other woman and grunted in pain when he felt his hand get opened by Amanda’s nails. “What the...” Only he could muster, when Amanda climbed onto his arm with both of her feet and somehow kicked his face in the air with her right leg, making him loose his grasp on her neck completely. The man fell backwards on his ass, and Amanda didn’t loose time to run towards him and hit him under his jaw with her knee, making him fall on his back with force.

“I ain’t dying today...” Amanda whispered below her breath, her stance uneven but still standing. “I still have things to make up for...” And she took a hidden knife from one of her boots when the man that hardly stood up again grabbed a knife of his own with his good hand. He was badly hurt now. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!!” Zero was infuriated, he didn’t expect the woman to be so fast and flexible. Something changed with her when Alina arrived to the scene, and he looked at newcomer with deep red eyes then to Amanda. Amanda knew he was plotting something.

“I WILL TAKE THE HEAD OUT OF YOUR GIRLFRIENDS BODY AND HANG IT UP IN MY ROOM, ALL IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES!!” He screamed and ran towards Alina’s location. “AS IF... YOU FUCKER!” Amanda screamed running faster than him and climbed onto his back, stabbing the weakest points of his back side along the way in swift motions until she got to his neck, which she stabbed from below his chin, making him abruptly stop. She jumped off of his back and could hear the man gurgling to his death while he fell down to the ground. Amanda couldn’t believe she was still alive, a sudden rush of relief made her legs wobble and fell down onto her knees, holding her old wound that kinda reopened.

“Julius check if that man is dead, if not kill him on the spot. I will check on the woman.” Alina ordered to the man who was standing not so far away from her in shock, he was still not sure what the fuck was happening. “Yes of course, my lady.” And he went to do what he was told to, he was relieved when he found out the man was indeed completely dead.

“Amanda! Amanda...” Alina ran to her and dropped down onto her knees in front of her, she couldn’t see the other woman’s face so she delicately grabbed her cheeks with both hands turning her face up a bit. “Hey beautiful...” Amanda said with a flirty voice; one of her eyes already closed because it was swollen and her forced smile covered with strands of blood. “Stop trying to be funny at moments like these.” Alina said in a whispered scolding that didn’t sound harsh at all, it sounded sweeter than intended. One hand of the hazel eyed woman left her cheek while she was checking her out for fatal wounds, and Amanda just grabbed her hand and put it back on her face.

“It feels nice like this...” Amanda whispered and Alina felt her stomach flutter at her words. Suddenly Amanda let herself fall forwards into Alina’s chest, while she was falling unconscious. “Hey! Amanda, are you... ok?...” Alina asked worried and noticed she was breathing just fine; she was badly hurt and tired but she was going to survive.

The next day didn’t come fast enough, Alina stayed on Amanda’s side all night. The hazel eyed woman called her own personal doctor; the only doctor she could trust with her life to help out Amanda “the right way”. The man told her she did most of the work already and it seemed she was skilled in the arts of healing, but he gave her some pain killers either way, for the woman, if she ever woke up. “What do you mean if she ever wakes up?” Alina asked worried now, the old man noticed she was sensitive about the subject. “I mean, we can’t say anything for certain, but according to her wounds if she doesn’t wake up in the next 48 hours she has less of a chance to ever waking up from her coma state...” The old man rested a hand on her shoulder as a small sympathy gesture and left, he wasn’t going to be able to do anything else if he stayed anyway.

Alina sat down beside her and held her hand with her own, she felt powerless, not being able to help Amanda. “Don’t you dare going away from me...” Alina’s words were heavy with sadness, she felt Amanda’s grip tighten in her hand softly, still inside her slumber. “Sorry...” Alina heard Amanda mumble in her sleep and got closer so she could hear better what she was saying. “...I’m so sorry... Alina...” Small tears came down rolling from Amanda’s closed shut eyes and Alina softly cleaned them up with her free hand. The woman on the bed was having some kind of a nightmare and Alina was part of it. “I forgive you Amanda. I forgave you a long time ago, even when I said I wouldn’t... If that is all it takes to get you back to me, then I’ll forgive everything ever done to me by everyone... Just come back to me...” Alina’s eyes got full of tears, she hid her face with her forearm while resting her head on it and falling asleep out of exhaustion.

Amanda’s eyes opened slowly the morning after, the light coming through the window made her uncomfortable and woke her up. The bed she was in was soft and smelled sweet, just like Alina. She noticed right away she was in her room. Her hand felt warm and she looked to her side, there she saw the woman of her dreams still sleeping with her hand holding onto hers in a soft but tight grip. Amanda couldn’t help but smile, the woman holding onto her was beautiful and she was glad to still be alive to see her again.

“Hey, gorgeous...” Amanda called the other woman out in sweet tone, trying to wake her up in a softer way. “Alina, love...” She called again moving her own hand a bit, which made the other woman open her eye lids softly at first, then they shot completely open when she realized Amanda was awake smiling at her. “You’re awake!” Alina jumped and gave the blue eyed woman a hug, a little bit too tight which made Amanda hiss in pain for a bit. “Sorry, sorry! Did I hurt you?” Alina asked while unknowingly putting her left hand on Amanda’s left cheek in a loving gesture. “No.” Amanda held her hand there with her own, closing her eyes while enjoying the warmness of the touch; making Alina notice what she had done in the process. “If I get this kind of attention from you when I’m like this, I’ll be sure to get hurt more often.” Amanda said jokingly to which Alina’s reaction was to pull her hand off her face and move back, her heart was pounding inside her chest but she wasn’t the type to openly express her feelings.

“I’m just glad you’re not dead. This is the second time you make me go through this kind of scare.” Alina responded with a small frown, which looked adorable to Amanda’s eyes. “So you were scared for me, huh?” A warm smile appeared on Amanda’s lips that made Alina’s cheeks turn pink without her realizing. The hazel eyed woman ultimately didn’t respond to her question and just looked into her eyes, waiting for her to say another joke of hers. “I care about you deeply, as well.” Amanda confessed, because she knew the other woman wasn’t going to say she cared for her with words, she just showed it with actions instead.

Alina couldn’t muster anything, she was dead silent and her belly full of butterflies, this woman was making her feel all kinds of emotions she couldn’t control and that made her kind of uneasy. “Come here.” Amanda said with a sweet tone that made Alina melt. The blue eyed woman held the palm of her hand in the air, inviting the other woman to take it. Alina doubted for a moment but took her hand afterwards; Amanda pulled her softly but strong enough to make her fall towards her chest. Alina let out a small squeal escape from her lips, she didn’t expect Amanda pulling her that way. “You look tired, let us cuddle and sleep together, like this.” Amanda explained like it wasn’t a big of a deal, but undoubtedly it was a big deal for the both of them because they could feel their warmness and smell both their scents; their hearts beating fast at each other closeness.

Alina adjusted her position and her face came closer to Amanda’s without her realizing at first, her heart stopped for a moment when she noticed. The other woman just looked at her lips without shame, she was craving them since forever and her eyes reflected her desire. Alina’s eyes narrowed down and gazed at Amanda’s lips as well, she couldn’t deny she wanted to taste her lips as well. “I want to kiss you...” Amanda’s voice was heavy with desire, her left hand softly caressing Alina’s face; the other woman closing her eyes to Amanda’s touch, seemingly enjoying it a lot. “And I want to feel your lips onto mine...” Alina finally said something freely that ran through her mind. Amanda was surprised for a second but her desire to kiss the woman overpowered her actions. Amanda ran her fingers behind Alina’s neck and firmly pulled her face closer to her own, she could hear the lady’s breath hitch when she made the move and her eyes closed softly expecting her next move.

Amanda smiled and finally shortened the small distance between them; trapping her soft lips between hers, tasting them slowly and taking her time while doing so. She couldn’t stop herself from pushing her tongue inside of Alina’s mouth which the other woman didn’t object to, instead, the other woman responded caressing her tongue along hers, letting a small moan escape in the process. They both separated from the kiss for a moment and Alina noticed one of her hands already travelled through Amanda’s back, under her shirt. Her cheeks were red in shame and Amanda noticed, the blue eyed woman caressed her lower lip with her thumb. “I don’t mind. You can touch me anywhere.” Amanda said with a lustful look, her voice gave chills to Alina, but the good kind.

“I’m afraid I will hurt you.” Alina said truthfully, caressing Amanda’s back down. “If what you’re doing is called hurting then I want you to hurt me some more...” Amanda replied kissing her again, this time a bit faster and passionately. She couldn’t stop kissing Alina’s lips, they were so delicious, they tasted sweet like berries. Alina was loving her mouth onto hers and was loosing her mind in the process; she wanted more than kissing her, but she had to control her urges or she could hurt her wounds badly. Her body reacted on its own though and she ended up adjusting herself on top of Amanda; clashing her lips onto those of the other woman and exploring her body with one hand. A moan could be heard from Amanda’s throat when she felt the lady’s hand travel along her torso. “Goddamn... You feel so good...” Amanda whispered onto Alina’s lips, making the other woman’s lower belly burn.

“We... We have to stop... Otherwise I could hurt you for real...” Alina stopped touching her, going against her own will because she wanted to eat the other woman out. Alina jumped off of Amanda’s body and bit her own lower lip, restraining herself from jumping on that bed again. “Get well soon, then we will finish what we started.” Alina left the room and Amanda just put a hand on top of her forehead, not believing what just happened; she kissed Alina and she wanted to do all kinds of lewd things to her.

To be continued...

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